The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you--- Then, it will be true. This is something I have trouble with, Revealing what I believe to be true To me myself and I. Growing up in schools of judgmental kids, I learned to keep my mouth shut For what may come out can be used against me. With silent eyes I observed everything around me And came to a realization at a young age That the world is a cruel place. One thing that stands out to me in particular Is how our government claims that we, their people Are free. I do not agree.
Sure we do have advantages that others do not have, But we can’t really do what we want. We have to pay to have a home, to have heat, water, food, forced to get an education. We are never free from the cruelty to emotional abuse from society. People never stop getting labeled Feelings never stop getting hurt. But you can’t escape it. There are always temporary reliefs and distractions from our chains. Some people find other prisoners who we can share the same laughs with. We are given the enjoyment of music Or other hobbies. Some don’t even realize it and go through their life Without the worry. But I worry.
I started taking time to relax in the forest. It is my only true escape from everything. In the forest, I forget about everything I am free to do anything. Anything I have or make means something and has value. Unlike other civilized objects that people throw away or replace with ease. I am doing things to live And that is what I love Not to live in a place where things are just handed to me Where I work for the warmth, and I try for my food. That is freedom to me, that is true to me. So I try to be free, and I try to be true to me In the woods for only a moment But I am always forced to go back Back to the chains of mental torture That the world had set on my ankles the moment I was born. So I always think. What is true to me? Its being free. And maybe The only way to be truly free Is to close my eyes
The instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you---
Then, it will be true.
This is something I have trouble with,
Revealing what I believe to be true
To me myself and I.
Growing up in schools of judgmental kids,
I learned to keep my mouth shut
For what may come out can be used against me.
With silent eyes I observed everything around me
And came to a realization at a young age
That the world is a cruel place.
One thing that stands out to me in particular
Is how our government claims that we, their people
Are free.
I do not agree.
Sure we do have advantages that others do not have,
But we can’t really do what we want.
We have to pay to have a home, to have heat, water, food, forced to get an education.
We are never free from the cruelty to emotional abuse from society.
People never stop getting labeled
Feelings never stop getting hurt.
But you can’t escape it.
There are always temporary reliefs and distractions from our chains.
Some people find other prisoners who we can share the same laughs with.
We are given the enjoyment of music
Or other hobbies.
Some don’t even realize it and go through their life
Without the worry.
But I worry.
I started taking time to relax in the forest.
It is my only true escape from everything.
In the forest, I forget about everything
I am free to do anything.
Anything I have or make means something and has value.
Unlike other civilized objects that people throw away or replace with ease.
I am doing things to live
And that is what I love
Not to live in a place where things are just handed to me
Where I work for the warmth, and I try for my food.
That is freedom to me, that is true to me.
So I try to be free, and I try to be true to me
In the woods for only a moment
But I am always forced to go back
Back to the chains of mental torture
That the world had set on my ankles the moment I was born.
So I always think.
What is true to me?
Its being free.
And maybe
The only way to be truly free
Is to close my eyes
Independent Reading Project- Jurassic Park